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Yeah, so I guess it's been awhile since I posted in here. So, I'll try and remedy that now. :)
This is a little scene that I had planned out for a much bigger story that never went anywhere. It's been sitting on my hard drive -- along with small part of the planned story that I haven't finished and probably won't seeing as it's been rather untouched ever since I first got it down in Word -- for years now, so I thought I might as well share it. But, it stands alone quite well too. I've posted it before in rensong but not for quite some time, and I guess I looked over it when I posted all those links to earlier writings in here.
So, for those who want to read it again (for the first time), I give you
Falling Stars
She stood staring into the night sky, arms across her chest, hugging herself as if she were cold. And for all her strange clothing and ways, everything she was was still the girl he had seen in his dreams, the closest friend he could have ever asked for. The darkness made her seem so solid, he could almost forget that she came from another time. But the illusion was broken by the ever so slight shimmer to her form, a foggy pearl-essence so slight you could believe it was simply a trick of the eye.
He walked up silently behind her, but she knew he was there. Whatever bond had been created between them made each always aware of the other when they were together. A blessing and a curse, this bond... being so close, but still so far away, unable to touch.
She didn’t look at him, just kept staring at the sky, listening to the sounds of the night.
“I had forgotten how beautiful they can be...” she said quietly, breaking the silence between them, still staring at the stars. “In my world, there are too many other lights to outshine them, too many other noises and clouds of smoke to let the glory of their light shine through.”
She paused a moment, then continued just as quietly. “But it wasn’t always that way. I remember, when I was a little girl, my parents took me to my grampa’s farm, out in the country, away from the city lights. I had a tree house there, one I could hide in all night and escape from the real world for awhile. And I would sit out there and stare at the sky, dreaming about what could be out there, wishing on falling stars, and foolishly believing they would come true.”
“I remember,” he whispered quietly.
“Right,” she laughed shortly, “The imaginary friend who turned out to be not quite so imaginary after all. The one I shared all those wishes and dreams with, the one who also foolishly believed they would come true. But we were always disappointed, weren’t we? Our dreams never came true.”
She stopped for a moment then, turning her face from the cold comfort of the stars, closing her eyes and hugging herself a little tighter. He couldn’t say anything to comfort her, because he had been there. And she was right, their wishes had never come true.
He longed to touch her, to rest a comforting hand on her shoulder, to hold her in his arms and try to warm the chill in her heart. But he couldn’t. The centuries between their worlds wouldn’t permit it. So he gave the only comfort he could offer, moving closer and giving her the slight comfort of his presence.
“I want to believe that dreams come true,” she breathed quietly, “I want to believe that when I wish on a star, it’s not in vain...” She paused. Maybe it was another trick of the starlight, or maybe there really was the small glimmer of a tear reflecting moonlight on her cheek. “but I’ve been disappointed to many times to honestly believe anymore.”
She looked up at the stars again, a phantom breeze blowing her hair.
“Time for me to go…” she whispered, and was gone.
This is a little scene that I had planned out for a much bigger story that never went anywhere. It's been sitting on my hard drive -- along with small part of the planned story that I haven't finished and probably won't seeing as it's been rather untouched ever since I first got it down in Word -- for years now, so I thought I might as well share it. But, it stands alone quite well too. I've posted it before in rensong but not for quite some time, and I guess I looked over it when I posted all those links to earlier writings in here.
So, for those who want to read it again (for the first time), I give you
Falling Stars
She stood staring into the night sky, arms across her chest, hugging herself as if she were cold. And for all her strange clothing and ways, everything she was was still the girl he had seen in his dreams, the closest friend he could have ever asked for. The darkness made her seem so solid, he could almost forget that she came from another time. But the illusion was broken by the ever so slight shimmer to her form, a foggy pearl-essence so slight you could believe it was simply a trick of the eye.
He walked up silently behind her, but she knew he was there. Whatever bond had been created between them made each always aware of the other when they were together. A blessing and a curse, this bond... being so close, but still so far away, unable to touch.
She didn’t look at him, just kept staring at the sky, listening to the sounds of the night.
“I had forgotten how beautiful they can be...” she said quietly, breaking the silence between them, still staring at the stars. “In my world, there are too many other lights to outshine them, too many other noises and clouds of smoke to let the glory of their light shine through.”
She paused a moment, then continued just as quietly. “But it wasn’t always that way. I remember, when I was a little girl, my parents took me to my grampa’s farm, out in the country, away from the city lights. I had a tree house there, one I could hide in all night and escape from the real world for awhile. And I would sit out there and stare at the sky, dreaming about what could be out there, wishing on falling stars, and foolishly believing they would come true.”
“I remember,” he whispered quietly.
“Right,” she laughed shortly, “The imaginary friend who turned out to be not quite so imaginary after all. The one I shared all those wishes and dreams with, the one who also foolishly believed they would come true. But we were always disappointed, weren’t we? Our dreams never came true.”
She stopped for a moment then, turning her face from the cold comfort of the stars, closing her eyes and hugging herself a little tighter. He couldn’t say anything to comfort her, because he had been there. And she was right, their wishes had never come true.
He longed to touch her, to rest a comforting hand on her shoulder, to hold her in his arms and try to warm the chill in her heart. But he couldn’t. The centuries between their worlds wouldn’t permit it. So he gave the only comfort he could offer, moving closer and giving her the slight comfort of his presence.
“I want to believe that dreams come true,” she breathed quietly, “I want to believe that when I wish on a star, it’s not in vain...” She paused. Maybe it was another trick of the starlight, or maybe there really was the small glimmer of a tear reflecting moonlight on her cheek. “but I’ve been disappointed to many times to honestly believe anymore.”
She looked up at the stars again, a phantom breeze blowing her hair.
“Time for me to go…” she whispered, and was gone.